“Hal!” called Jack, sharply.
“Aye!”
“Call two or three of the cadets down here. Don't make any noise about it.”
This order was called without Benson's turning his head. He still stood facing the sneak while Hal sped away.
“Now, I've got you alone!” gloated Truax. “I'll finish you!”
A scornful smile curled Jack's lips as he gazed steadily back at his foe.
“Truax, you're a coward, as well as a sneak.”
“I am—eh?”
With another nasty oath Truax stepped quickly forward, the steel bar upraised.
He took but one step, however, for Captain Jack Benson had not retreated an inch.